Dead Springs was peaceful that night - the night when fate came calling. The Buckshot Tavern was lively, as usual for a Saturday night, but Main Street and the surrounding streets were quiet and deserted. Most were enjoying the warm evening indoors with their families. None of them could've seen, or predicted, the shadow that was coming toward their little town...

Horses. Too many to count. Horses with riders carrying flaming torches. Beyond the kerosene lamplight pouring from the windows of the houses in Dead Springs, in the wider desert, it was complete blackness. The torches, held aloft by each rider, moved across this abyss like fire flies. The horses weren't running though. Instead they were walking...slowly, purposefully, steadily. The torches would seem to come from all directions but all were heading toward one, single point: Dead Springs Town Hall...

(OOC: The Fate Comes Calling game will take place on Saturday 1st July at 9pm GMT / 4pm EST / 3pm Central in the Wild West chatroom. All Wild West / London by Gaslight characters are welcome to take part. Lurkers are also welcome. Question? Please contact me either during live chat or by memo at Data (GM). Happy RPing!)